February 2010
7 posts
True Stories From The Life Of Me
So the other night I went to a friend’s house for a house party. He was frying food all night. He had fried pickles, fried okra, fried french. When I came home, I smelled like fried.
I still smelled like fried the next day. Since it was morning, I took my jacket off of the coat rack and I placed it outside onto the fire escape. It was stinky and I wanted to blow off all of the stink.
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